magnetic fields around the old man's garden as he sits there in theopen white field, watching in silence how snow falls, row after row in front of him, sedimentation in brain pool, old man is still as i listen, as time stands still and in this mirror i see it move contrary clockwise.i push rewind.*

ruler =extention of hand.hand to head. head in hood ^interruption of silence^^^oh,shit! next time remember to count the blanks.she whispers in my ear.all these stones in your pocket.. you keep picking up and dropping behind.how deep is the next breath?p.s.don't mind these,they are just drawings /the voice in my head is telling you: the audience./we wouldn't like to disturb the ballance of the universe with such mundane and insignificant bodily fluids.